Black Jack's Birthday

Black Jack had been on the streets so long, he didn't even have an identity. What was his last name? What was his birthdate? Where was he born? So many unknowns, lost to the passage of time and the struggles of addiction.

Getting a new identity wasn't much easier. Elizabeth was more invested in the project than Black Jack. But after much work, he was now Jack Blackman. And his birthday? Jack rubbed his finger against his new driver's license, considering.

"Happy birthday, baby," Elizabeth purred. Jack was in the driver's seat of Douglas's old Mercedes.

"Thanks, baby. Hard to believe it's real. That I'm really back, all the way," he said, exhaling. He felt his pants zipper go down, and Elizabeth's mouth slide down towards his crotch, realizing his birthday was going to get a lot better.